Chapter 1355 White-hot Stage

The scene was like the sudden arrival of doomsday, with blood and cruelty intertwined into a thick haze, like a ferocious beast, shrouding the world.

The world seemed to have fallen into an endless dark abyss. Every inch of the air was filled with the breath of death, making people suffocate.

However, in this chaotic and bloody world like a Shura field, Li Luo is like the brightest star in the dark night, shining with awe-inspiring light.

She stood tall and straight, proudly in mid-air, her eyes firm and calm like the water in a cold pond, deep and peaceful, or like a sword that had been forged for thousands of years, its edge restrained but unstoppable.

Her eyes were as bright as lightning, fixed on the mutated flying beasts circling in the air.

That gaze was like an extremely sharp arrow, as if it could penetrate the ugly bodies of the flying beasts and reach deep into their souls, leaving no trace of any flaws.

In her eyes, these flying beasts were not terrifying creatures, but a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and she was the master who controlled life and death, always ready to give them a fatal blow.

Her face was like a finely carved jade, her whiteness revealed determination and she showed no fear at all.

That look contained a fighting will as resolute as steel.

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And below the aerial battlefield, a thrilling battle is unfolding in full swing.

It was seen that Potato was alone trapped among a group of mutant wild boars.

His figure was like a towering statue of the god of war, exuding a terrifying aura.

Before this, he had already created a bloody storm among the wild boars like the god of death, and half of the mutant wild boars had become his defeated enemies.

The wild boar corpses on the ground were the best proof of his powerful strength, and also made the remaining wild boars fear and hate him, with a mixture of fear and anger flashing in their eyes.

At this moment, Potato was like a moving steel fortress, exuding a fearless aura, and rushed towards the wild boars.

Those wild boars were by no means friendly people. Their eyes were bloodshot, like burning blood-red flames, and their fangs, as sharp as steel daggers, rushed towards Potato madly.

The fangs flashed a chilling light in the dim light on the battlefield, as if they were the light of death from hell, with an impact force powerful enough to smash boulders.

Potato showed no fear at all. He pounced on a wild boar like a swift cheetah pouncing on its prey.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and his extremely sharp claws were revealed in an instant.

The claws swept through the air, bringing with it a flash of cold light, and in the blink of an eye, they left several wounds on the wild boar's body that were deep enough to see the bone.

The wild boar suddenly felt pain and let out a shrill howl like a ghost.

The sound was particularly harsh in the noisy battlefield, like a sharp whistle, piercing straight into the eardrums of every living creature.

When the other mutant wild boars saw this, their eyes suddenly turned red, and the fire of anger and hatred flashing in their eyes seemed to ignite the air around them.

They kept spewing out rough air from their mouths, and that rough air was like the steam from a locomotive, like a series of small trains that were about to explode out of control.

They swarmed around the potato, trying to drown it in a torrent of rage.

However, Potato was surrounded by wild boars but showed no fear.

His amber eyes burned with a blazing flame of battle. Surrounded by a herd of wild boars, he was as calm as an icy lake in winter, deep and peaceful, carefully observing the movements around him.

His muscles were tense as if they were made of steel, and every muscle was as hard as rock and full of strength.

Every hair on his body stood up like steel needles, each one revealing vigilance and majesty, as if he was a hedgehog ready to fight to the last moment.

Potato used his body, which was as strong as a battering ram, to accurately hit a wild boar that was trying to attack him from the side.

The wild boar was like a weightless rag bag, and was knocked several meters away. Then it fell heavily to the ground, making a dull thunderous crash and raising a cloud of dust, like the smoke suddenly rising on a battlefield.

Then, Potato turned around quickly at lightning speed. His thick tail was like a powerful steel whip. With a whistling sound, it swept towards the leg of the other wild boar like a golden lightning.

The momentum seemed to tear the air apart, trying to trip the wild boar and disrupt the seemingly crazy but actually rhythmic attack of the wild boars.

Although the wild boars were angry, the powerful strength that Potato had previously demonstrated had already planted the seeds of fear in their hearts.

Their attacks became more and more fierce, and they rushed towards the potatoes in wave after wave. Their momentum seemed to never stop like a surging tide, as if they wanted to crush the potatoes completely.

But Potato, relying on his godlike strength and ghostly agility, rushed left and right among the wild boars and engaged in a fierce battle with them that was as fierce as the collision of Mars and the Earth.

Every attack and every dodge made the wild boars more afraid of him. Their charges were no longer so decisive, and their attacks became a little hesitant.

At the same time, on another battlefield, the battle between the gyroscope and the mutant bear has entered a white-hot stage.

The two were like two balls of burning flames colliding with each other, releasing a devastating momentum.

On the battlefield, it seemed as if there was an invisible force circling around the two. It was a confrontation between strength and strength, and between momentum and momentum.

Before this, they had fought for dozens of rounds.

Every collision was like the impact of two meteors, shaking the entire battlefield.

The earth trembled slightly under their impact, and the surrounding air was shaken and fled in all directions, forming gusts of wind that swept past with a whistling sound.

Although the two are similar in size, the mutant bear has already been scarred after many battles with the gyroscope.

Its originally thick fur was now filled with deep cuts, and blood continued to seep out, flowing down its body and gathering into dark red puddles of blood on the ground.

Some of the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, revealing the pink muscle tissue underneath.

Every wound is like a hideous mouth, silently telling of its pain.

The mutant bear's movements became a little slow due to the pain, and every time it waved its paws, it could be seen that it was enduring the pain.

Its huge bear paws were no longer as powerful as before, and the fierce light in its eyes was occasionally covered by fatigue and fear.

This once majestic mutant bear is now in a state of decline and at a disadvantage, like a warrior who is about to be defeated by fate, with a hint of despair in his eyes.